The Fourth Disaster: You said that the human race is weak in the interstellar space?

"Only creatures that are also king insects can give me a sense of danger." Guanghan King Insect looked at the humans rushing towards him.

His eyes were full of disdain.

What threat can humans, or pure humans at that, pose to him?

Are you dying from eating too much meat?

Do you really think that now that they are stronger, they can kill you?

These humans are so naive.

"I won't give you any chances this time. I've already cracked your cloning technology."

A powerful mental force is spreading out.

Hundreds of players summoned by the Crow Priest were trapped in mid-air at the same time.

Endless pressure washed over, wave after wave.

Players who did not turn off their sense of pain felt pain all over their bodies at this moment.

The Happy Star's skin and flesh were all red with blood, his meridians were bulging, and his eyes were slightly bulging: "Damn, brothers, this is not right, I don't think I can commit suicide now, this pressure is just what we can bear."

"Damn, could this boss have gotten our physical data?"

"Don't overthink it. This guy just wants to seal us in. I don't know if you have seen that movie where a person who can be resurrected repeatedly is poured with cement and thrown into the deep sea."

"How to fix it?"

Players began to turn off their sense of pain. Since they couldn't die anyway, they might as well just hang up.

"I'll check offline to see if there is a solution."

After the oil thief finished speaking, she closed her eyes and went offline.

After logging off, he immediately sent a message to the Crow Priest: "You beast, you really killed us. You forced us to teleport here and directly delivered food to the Guanghan King Insect!"

As soon as he sent the message, he heard another player exclaim through the headset in the game: "Damn, this is possible?"

"What's going on?" The oil thief keenly felt that there must be new changes in the game.

The first thing he did when he came back online was to open his eyes, and then he saw that Badu Lengku, who had been next to him, had actually rushed away half a meter.

This guy!

The pupils of countless players and Guanghan Kingworm dilated slightly at the same time.

"It's nothing but mental restraint. Do you think you can control me?" Badu said word by word coldly.

There was a popping sound like frying beans from the back of his neck. After a series of crackling sounds, he actually killed himself.

The next second, the body was recovered.

It is an infinite recycling skill.

Next, Octave reappeared coldly, and this time, he took a step forward.

"Oh my god, how did they do this?" The players were stunned.

No.

They are all players, so why aren’t they playing the same game as Badu Lengku?

"Is there anyone who can explain this to me? What's going on?"

The players who were suspended in mid-air were chattering and yelling anxiously.

Xingchen: "The method is very simple. Control the muscles in your body and impact your spine. As long as the muscle strength is strong enough, the spine can be directly broken, and then you will die."

"After death, infinite recycling will start. The next second, you will teleport directly. Using the little blurry mark difference when teleporting, you can move towards Guanghan King Worm. Move in front of him and kill him."

In the group chat: "..."

What a simple and unpretentious operation.

What a simple and direct method.

Players don’t even know how to evaluate Badu’s ruthless operation.

But in the next second, Xingchen had already started to operate, and there was still the sound of frying beans, and the girl killed herself directly.

If you die like this, not a single drop of blood in your body will be wasted.

Death, resurrection, and forward movement.

Unpretentious.

But when this scene appeared in front of the Guanghan King Insect, it was extremely terrifying.

They, the humans, suddenly seemed to have lost frame rates.

It appeared in front of him one second after another, and then moved towards him little by little.

After Xingchen put it into practice, other players began to follow suit.

"Die!" My heart shuddered.

The Guanghan King Insect subconsciously eliminated the things that made him feel terrified.

Then the next second, all the players reappeared and the frame drop mode was turned on again.

At this moment, the players surrounding outside were criticizing the players in the circle for being inhumane and scaring the lonely old bug. They were all rubbing their hands, wishing they could take their place.

But the only one who could truly empathize with Guanghan King Insect and knew how terrifying what he was facing now was Wei Yuan.

He watched quietly as the players approached the Guanghan King Worm little by little.

Attack with weapons little by little.

How could I not be afraid?

This group of creatures, whether in terms of life level, individual strength, or even the combined strength of the entire population, may not be a match for the Guanghan King Worm.

But these humans just find ways to get close to him.

The feeling of shortening the distance was too strong.

Even if it's just a little bit every second.

But what about hundreds of thousands of seconds?

The moment when Octave's cold spear pierced the body of Guanghan King Insect.

Wei Yuan already knew it.

It’s time to take this Overlord offline.

Next, there will be endless players devouring the Guanghan Kingworm.

Wei Yuan looked at the Guanghan King Insect from a distance, and he saw a hint of fear in the insect's golden eyes.

fear.

It's okay to be afraid.

The Fourth Calamity has always been at the real top of the food chain.

They are just wearing human skin.

Wei Yuan turned and left.

Next, the players will have to work hard for several days.

at this time.

Demonic abyss.

The ninety-nine-year-old fugitive has arrived at the last location of the coordinates at that time.

On a huge swamp.

The plants around the swamp even had traces of being gnawing on by the mutated worker insects that emerged from the twisted insect eggs.

"I didn't find the wrong person." The ninety-nine-year-old man on the run scratched his head.

Is there something else in the Demon Realm that can eat up the insect nest?

And according to the Interstellar Alliance, doesn't it take at least an entire planet for a hive to develop?

This demonic realm isn't particularly large. At least the planet they live on now doesn't have any signs of being destroyed.

Is it under the swamp?

Is he still on the run at the age of ninety-nine? The image of the crow priest raising poisonous insects suddenly appeared in my mind.

She made a snap and separated her palms.

The blood of Dagu is flowing into the swamp.

"Oh my god, oh my god, I hope I didn't cut the aorta!"